There's a picture in the hallway
Of tired and weary men
Who stepped on tiny flowers as they went
Through the bushes through the green
Through bu*tercups and gra**
And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
Green on white
There's no picture in the hallway
But it's written in your face
Saying it's the final days of a weird weird fall
So let's repeat ourselves
And do it all again
I was searching for that feeling
That you get from going out
That you get from standing outside all alone
Thinking of the things
That are pa**ed you now
But still place a shadow on your everyday
And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
And now it's green on white
As seasons change with time
You're all asleep tonight
And no one makes a sound
Green on white
And a natural law is working
With a raging fierceful pace
It's an anti-gravitation thing at hand
And it's sending us away
From each other ones again
Leaving wider gaps than what was before